I Just Can Score

Zhen Shaolong couldn't sleep for a long time, so he simply got up exhausted, made a cup of black tea, and walked to the balcony, where Claudio happened to be next to him.

Claudio folded his hands and prayed to the starry sky?

"Are you praying?" Zhen Shaolong couldn't help asking, "Do you believe in God? Or Jesus? Or something else."

"I don't believe in anything."

Claudio looked at Zhen Shaolong with a slightly weird look in his eyes. She still remembered what happened last time, and felt that the other party had a weird personality.

But then I thought about it, a boy who has never been in a relationship, maybe he likes himself?

Nothing.

Claudio was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I will become a star in the future?"

This question is a bit big.

Zhen Shaolong looked at Claudio carefully, and said hesitantly, "Probably, I don't know. You are very beautiful, have a good figure, and are very attractive..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just get to the point." Claudio frowned.

"I always tell the truth." Zhen Shaolong thought for a while and continued, "However, I think being a star is similar to playing football. After all, skills are the most important thing. Just like me, as a striker, scoring goals is the most important thing." The same is true for celebrities. What kind of star do you want to be? You seem to be a model. Of course, you have to be good at catwalks. Acting is important."

Claudio kept nodding, and then sighed, "But I don't know anything, I don't understand anything! I just graduated from middle school, and I haven't received any training."

"Then how did you become a model?"

"My friend said that you can make money working as a model in a big city, so I came here."

Zhen Shaolong was stunned, and asked amusedly, "Then did you make any money?"

"Earned."

Claudio gave an affirmative answer, and then pointed to the room, "I live in this apartment with Ramona. But our income is only enough to pay rent and daily expenses. I always want to save more money, but Just can't do it."

"What is your monthly income?"

"Last month, I went to auditions consecutively. I was featured on the cover of a small magazine and shot a small advertisement. It cost about a thousand euros." Claudio thought for a while and gave an answer.

Zhen Shaolong felt very speechless, took a few glances into the room, and asked, "Where's your friend? I mean the one who lives with you... called...?"

"Ramona went to work."

"This time?"

"This is St. Pauli." Claudio said with a sigh, "St. Pauli works at night."

Zhen Shaolong understood, and suddenly felt weird, "Isn't she a model?"

"Yeah, the night job is just a part-time job. As a model, she is not as good as me. If she doesn't do a part-time job, she will have to move out next month. It should be us moving out together, because I can't afford to rent this by myself apartment."

"then you……"

Before Zhen Shaolong asked, Claudio seemed to be stepped on the tail, and immediately said angrily, "Do you think I look like that kind of girl? Even if I move out or go back to my hometown, I will not do that kind of work! "

"I'm still thinking, what if..."

"Don't even think about it, it's impossible!" Claudio gritted his teeth and turned around.

Zhen Shaolong said weakly, "You misunderstood. In fact, I just want someone to give me a massage..."

"Massage a ghost! Damn it! I don't know what you men are thinking!"

Claudio slammed the balcony door angrily.

Zhen Shaolong felt a little wronged, he really wanted to hire a beautiful woman to help with a massage, since late at night is not the normal working time, so paying twice the amount is easy to negotiate.

Ok.

Just massage, pure massage.

The communication with Claudio seems to end with the other party's rage every time. It is really a bit depressed and somewhat funny. After talking with Claudio for a while, I feel relaxed a lot, and it seems to have a hypnotic effect.

When he returned to the bed, Zhen Shaolong fell asleep on the pillow.

When I woke up the next morning, I stretched my waist a long way. Before I could wake up, the system prompt came as promised——

"hint:

"Strike" skill acquisition task --

In order to obtain the powerful "Strike" skill, the host needs to obtain a sufficient amount of "Victor's Trophy".

A game is like a war.

Defeat your opponent and you will be the winner.

The winner deserves the loot of the loser, and what loot can compare to the underwear of the opponent's female fans?

Every time you get a 'winner's trophy', add a task completion point.

Mission progress: 0/100. "

Zhen Shaolong carefully read the task several times, and combined with the information in his mind, he immediately came to a pessimistic conclusion——

This task cannot be completed!

Nima!

'Victor's trophy', such a gorgeous name, how could it be associated with 'underwear of the opponent's female fans'?

What kind of bird shit relationship exists between the two!

Pull-egg!

Zhen Shaolong felt that he had a good temper, so he couldn't help but get up and scold - mother, let alone "underwear of the opponent's female fans", even if it is the underclothes of St. Pauli's female fans, how difficult is it to collect a hundred pieces?

Unbelievable!

Even if he was shameless, went to the female fans to ask for underwear, and only managed to collect one or two pieces under the premise of being beaten up a few times.

In addition, the requirement for the "winner's trophy" cannot be repeated. A female fan can only collect one piece, and the extra quantity will not be included in the task.

Also, it’s not okay to ask other people for help.

The inherent requirement of the task is that he personally asks for the loot, whether he buys it or asks for it, he gets it because of his own relationship, not for others to help.

What else can I do?

Could it be that after every game, he would go to the stands of the opposing fans, asking for a 'trophy' when he saw a female fan? It is estimated that after two or three times, he will be beaten to the hospital.

Zhen Shaolong felt a little desperate.

For the whole morning, he was not in the mood to exercise, but was thinking hard in the room, how to complete the task.

There must be a way!

"Is it necessary to contact a few opponent's female fans in advance before the game, and ask them to present the 'trophy' after winning?"

"Or go to the mall to buy enough underwear and exchange it with female fans on the spot?"

"Why don't you just say, like the opponent's female fans? Let them fall in love with me..." Zhen Shaolong looked carefully in the mirror, and suddenly he was very dissatisfied with his appearance, because he found that he was not handsome enough to let the opponent's female fans How much you like it.

Neither does the last resort.

The whole morning passed, and his only feeling was that his head was a little big.